Radical curiosity
Curiosity killed the cat, they say. They also say, satisfaction brought them back. I live for curiosity. Not the "tell me everything about your life" kind of curiosity that can feel aggressive and intrusive, but the "fascinating, tell me more" kind. The "this thing is clearly important to you and I would love to understand the story of why" kind. The "we don't have to agree but we do need to be kind" kind. Rolls trippingly off the tongue, no? The Red Couch is the physical embodiment of curiosity. It's comfy but not too comfy. It's eye-catching and welcoming. It's a little bit silly. And it's honest. It's a couch. It's red. It's where we chat about our lives. What do you need to talk about?